The Encounter

Over time, maturity has come and I am ready for the next phase of my life. Unexpected stirrings fill my body as I laze upon the window seat in the bedroom. Emotions entice me to think only of him.

I’ve noticed him at the garden gate more often. I don’t know his name, but it doesn’t matter. He is big and strong with a deep voice that calls out to me, and I, in turn, answer.

I look out the open window in the back bedroom. He announces his presence with his usual vocal call. He wants me, and I desire him.

His muscular body is so lithe and long. I imagine how his touch will feel. Will he be gentle? Or, will he ravage me? These tormenting thoughts send signals to forgo any misgivings and obey my longing. I want to be consumed, and I crave for him to come into me deeply and completely.

The basement door has a flap. This leads to the fenced-in garden at the back of the house. I race from the bedroom, go downstairs to the basement, and reach the backdoor. To nudge the flap open is easy enough. With one push, I am free.

The fresh air feels cool on my face. Any hint of trepidation is wafted away by a gentle breeze. A deep breath washes over me, and I am ready.

He leaps over the fence. We greet each other. He is much larger than I thought. In one swift motion, he is on my back. I cry as he enters me. The pain intensifies, and tears at my insides, but I don’t care. For this brief time, he is mine, and I am his.

When we are finished, he turns to face me. One last cry of pain comes from my mouth. We are exhausted, but satisfied. We look at each other.

I study his features, indelibly etching them in my mind. The right ear has a notch in it, most likely from a fight. His eyes have a subtle fire. The nose has a slight bump on the bridge. His dark body hair is thick and glistens.

I watch him dash away and jump over the fence. Somehow I know I’ll never see him again. But hopefully, when the litter is born, at least one kitten will resemble him.